fish

my lips moved several times

during that night

trying to form the shape

of the words I needed

but the sound

didn't arrive

so I was just standing there

more like a fish

mute

suffocating

with the oxygen

and with the cold hands

you held these hands

later on

trying to warm them up

and pretending

not to see

that something broke in me

and now

my Inside

is slowly leaking out

onto the pillow

my lips moved

for the last time

- a sound appeared

a short and a very quiet

howl of the animal
that hurts

sounds

usually sound

is the first one

to come back

(only after a few

breaths)

hum of the

car engines

noise of the

birds

your

heart-beat

I let fingers

of my

right hand

move

to that melody

the left one

forms a fist

I try to place it

somewhere

between

us

if neither

of us

will speak

for long

enough

we might

fall asleep